"Ugh... God..." Jen let out a disgusted sigh. "Again? You know I hate doing that. I have to wear clothes when I leave here."
"Skulker will make it up to you like he always does. We're also expecting you to be followed when you do it. If you happen to see someone following you, don't make any indication of it. We want them to come here."
Her eyes narrowed. "What's going on? Is this something to do with that little feud that's going on between you people and that Hunter-guy you've been lamenting about?"
"Raymond Tillis and yeah; it has everything to do with him." Brad admitted. "He's killing off Lurkers like it's going out of style and he's gotta be stopped."
"And me moving a young is going to help do that?" She arched a skeptical eyebrow at that.
"No," he shook his head. "That's the fail-safe in case Plans A through F go under."
"Okay, fine, whatever," Jen sighed, rolling her eyes again. "Just leave me out of your future plans."
"Time's coming when you're gonna have to pick a side, Jen," Brad pointed out, "sooner or later; we're all going to have to choose sides before they're chosen for us."
"Whatever," she mumbled, reaching down and grabbing his cock. "Since you're here I might as well make use of you. Now get this thing hard again, fuck me senseless, and then get outta here. I want to enjoy my time before we get invaded." Brad proceed to do just that, this time standing her up and bending her over the side of her bed so that he could pound her round ass from behind until she was screaming for him to stop after giving her multiple earth-shattering orgasms in a row.
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CHAPTER 2: The New Prisons.
Raymond Tillis looked at the thee naked women who were each suspended in their individual glass tubes, side by side, that were filled with the clear, nurturing nectar of the Prison Creature. Pink and Purple biomass filled the tops and bottoms of the ten-foot-tall tubes, encasing the women's legs and keeping their arms stretched above them. Blue light from the top and bottom of the tubes ensured that their bodies were properly illuminated, making them look like they were in some extraterrestrial science experiment tank. This was reinforced by the machines that both held up the tubes and powered them with an array of wires and conduit pipes that ran up and down the sides that were responsible for circulating, scrubbing, cleaning, and filtering the nectar inside like it was a giant automated fish bowl.
Each of women had a new creature, that they'd each birthed inside of the Prison Creature, wrapped around their faces and necks; Facehuggers. The creatures were named aptly after the things found in the
Aliens
movie franchise and they were working perfectly acting as both a feeding and breathing tube for the women while they were submerged in the liquid while at the same time keeping them mostly paralyzed and tame. Occasionally they could overcome the paralytic poison that the Huggers excreted when it became diluted within their systems. Then the creatures would just give them another dose. They kept the women alive while submerged and in turn the women kept the creatures alive by leeching off of their life force. Per his own instructions in making the new creatures; each of the women were conscious and aware of their surroundings yet unable to do anything about it. It was the perfect eternal torment cell for them while his Prison Creature reworked itself into a bigger and deeper cavern that was off site.
Right now the two redheads, Kaitlyn and Kimberly, were asleep. The third, an older brunette named Mary, was awake and glaring daggers down at Raymond. Raymond gave her an evil smile and a wave. "Anytime you want to come out, surrender, confess your sins, and be my personal slave, just let me know," he chortled. Mary closed her eyes and turned her head in disgust. The Facehugger, sensing that it's poison had worn off, pumped another load down Mary's throat. Mary's eyes shot open and then rolled back into her head before her eyelids fluttered close and she became docile once again.
Raymond let out a harrumph of amusement as he feasted his eyes on their large, round breasts full of nutritious milk for the creatures to feed off of as well as their pregnant bellies that were gestating more Huggers. One of the fatal flaws with the Seekers had been that they were rushed to production. The Seekers were inherently weak in their exoskeletons as a result, making them susceptible to gunfire and blunt objects. They still had their uses and his scientists were reengineering them to be more resilient, but the Huggers were already far more superior by gestating longer within the women in order to develop a thicker hide. Unfortunately, the production of new Seekers was stalled until the Prison Creature finished setting up its new lair as there simply was no room inside of these tubes to birth one.
He peered at the bottom of the tubes where the second Hugger lay dormant at. Every so often they'd wake to carry out their function on the women; wrapping themselves around the women's loins to withdraw the waste from their bodies and to pump more liquid up into their uteruses to care for the growing young inside. That action alone would give them a powerful, yet painful orgasm to the point that the women will probably eventually learn to hate sex. Then the Huggers will latch onto the breasts to feed and then go dormant once again. Raymond had watched the process one time and the Huggers would feed, much to the discomfort of the women, while it fucked them with their whip-like tails. Once the young were birthed, they'd take over that function, impregnate the women and the cycle continued. The older Huggers would be removed and kept in storage containers until such time they were needed in conjunction with the Seekers for the next major attack.
"Mister Tillis!" One of his scientists cried, running up with a sheaf of papers and a map. "We believe that we've located another Lurker stronghold," he gasped, out of breath from running.
"Calm down, son," Tillis reassured him. Good news was always rewarded, in his book. If they found another Lurker, then this would be exceptional news. "Take a deep breath and collect your thoughts."
"Yes sir, thank you, sir," the man, barely out of college, gasped. He took a puff from his inhaler, straightened his glasses, and delivered his report. "It's not too far from your own beach resort, sir. It wasn't easy to find and, in fact, it had been overlooked as a potential site since it was high in the nearby mountain and the lake seemingly small for one of the creatures."
"Huh... nudist camp just like our beach..." Raymond grunted as he reviewed the data. "Clever... and close by too so it's basically hiding in plain sight." He eyed the scientist. "How'd you come about this information?"
"It wasn't easy, to be honest," the young man admitted. "I was doing a logistical comparison of Newhaven and had written an algorithm to search for similarities to other sites. This just now flagged for me and I've been pouring over it for the past few hours. This, right here," he pointed out one memo in particular, "grants Federal protection over the lake and the access is restricted to a single resident that lives there year-round."
"Big deal," Raymond grumbled. "We have the same under Homeland Security."
"Yes, but their protection comes from the Department of the Interior. Same as Newhaven."
The light went off in Raymond's head. "Which is how Newhaven got their protected status to begin with by identifying a new species, logging it, and getting top secret clearance to keep it out of the public eye..." He looked at the map and papers with renewed interest. "Fucking hell... that close to us all this time. No wonder they've been all over us with their intel recently." He clapped the man on the shoulder. "Good work. What's your name?"
"Bruce, sir."
"How long have you worked for me?"
"About a year now, sir." Bruce said.
"And you have no convictions whatsoever about what we do here?"
Bruce was shaking his head. "No sir. Any enemy of humanity deserves to be punished." His eyes flickered towards the ladies in the tubes, then at the row of tubes beyond that were here in the basement waiting to be filled. "Just like them."
